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dj kali @ burning monday 2009.06.15

ok, i realise that in some instances, i'm engaging in a sort of hit-making that would normally make me uncomfortable, but there really are tracks that deserve to be "club anthems- far more than a lot of tracks that actually are...

annie anxiety :: third gear
bene gesserit :: you can dance it, if you want
danielle dax :: kernow
severed heads :: bladders of a thousand bedouin
implog :: she creatures
synapscape :: tale
mimetic collective :: mimetic sonar
byetone :: plastic star
the klinik :: black leather
front 242 :: rerun time
clock dva :: the act
hula :: cold stare
killing joke :: exit
the gun club :: sex beat
the damned :: new rose
six finger satellite :: baby's got the rabies [r]
fad gadget :: ricky's hand
gary numan :: praying to the aliens
pailhead :: don't stand in line
devo :: freedom of choice
siouxsie & the banshees :: arabian nights
the cure :: strange days
o paradis :: desnuda
novy svet :: marlene
joy division :: transmission
tuxedomoon :: no tears
spk :: metal field
martial canterel :: foreign birthplace
john foxx :: underpass
staccato du mal :: departures
novy svet :: en possession de te

Comments

Justin Crash said…
looks like a fantastic mix. i totally forgot about the klinik! have been recently revisiting some fad gadget and surrounding songs. i like the way it moves through the gun club into the six finger sat. - good flow.... i really want to hear this mix.

cheers for the inspiration.
flora_mundi said…
the klinik are unjustly forgotten as an influence on a lot of electro/ ebm bands... guess geography dictates that you won't be able to drop by the club next time i'm on, but you're always welcome ;-)

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